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hi, i'm krysta and welcome to my blog... evil chef mom. if you want to know how i came up with such a ridiculous name for a blog click here. anyways... this is a sometimes blog. sometimes it's about food, sometimes it's about crazy ludicrous things that seem to only happen to me, sometimes it's about family. i post about whatever pops into my addled wacked out adhd brain [oh hey! look it's a squirrel!]. if you want to join the crazy train... hop aboard and keep reading. don't say i never warned you!

9/9/08

I have decided today I am not going to edit myself. I'm going to be the goofy ol' me that I try to hold back lest you think I'm craaazy. Which I am but I really try not to let that get out.

Let's talk about my raccoon problem. On Saturday night, I was woken up by a lot of noise coming from my backyard. I thought Michael Myers was coming and Rich wasn't home. So what do I go do? I get up to go see what in the hell is going on instead of hiding under my covers. I found a raccoon in my backyard thrashing about. Why? Umm, the raccoon had a ice cream container stuck on his head! He was staggering around the backyard trying to shake the ice cream container off his head. I thought a visual would be better, hence the sketch.

Warm the half-and-half with the sugar in a medium saucepan. In a large bowl, whisk together the heavy cream, vanilla, and malt powder. Set a mesh strainer on top.In a separate bowl, whisk together the egg yolks. Slowly pour the warm mixture into the egg yolks, whisking constantly, then scrape the warmed egg yolks back into the saucepan.Stir the mixture constantly over medium heat with a wooden or heatproof plastic spatula, scraping the bottom as you stir, until the mixture thickens and coats the spatula. Pour the custard through the strainer and whisk it into the malted milk mixture. Stir until cool over an ice bath.Chill mixture thoroughly in the refrigerator, then freeze in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions. As you remove the ice cream from the machine, fold in the chopped malted milk balls.

weapon of choice... you can go with this or you can go with that... {right now when I think of that song, I think Palin or Obama}

chopping round balls with a knife doesn't work so well. they scurry away like things with balls do when a woman with a knife approaches them.

Momma Whopper was having an affair with the ice cream maker.

Papa Hammer found out and took his children hostage in a ziplock bag.

and committed Whopper-cide.

"Oh Noooooo! What have you done to my babies?" cried Momma Whopper.

"Ahhhhhhh! My babies! Ice cream maker, what are you doing? I thought you loved me!